The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood

boom!

Among the yards, it suddenly rose up, and the stone bricks on the ground began to fly. In the sound explosion, it was directly blown into powder, and the dust was filled, making people unable to see the situation.

"The guy won't die?"

Nangong Yurou knows that the power of this singer is enough to kill the strong man of the heavens.

In the heart, I asked a sentence, then she waved her finger, the beautiful piano sound was again distributed, and all the dust was blown away. On the ground, there was already a huge pit.

"What about people?"

Nangong Yulu suddenly became shocked. Then she felt a coldness behind her, and a palm directly buckled her neck.

"You want to grab my Rakshasa token, should I ask you for interest?"

Ye Mo cold channel.

"You are so hooligan, how can you escape my blast?"

She was caught by Ye Mo, she did not rush to panic, but asked in surprise.

"How difficult is it to hide your tricks? Let's say, where is the real place to participate in a battle? This is not a place to gather."

Ye Mo forced to ask, the vise in the hand is also a little force, there is no trace of pity and jade.

Nangong Yurou was about to flow out of Ye Mozhen’s tears, and he couldn’t help but feel a little wronged. He said, “You are stinking, you don’t know how to pity the jade, and return to the barren tower from here, the first layer of the ridiculous tower. It is the place where you gather."

Wen Yan, Ye Mo is to loosen the Nangong Yurou, said: "More offensive, just to ask you for interest."

After that, Ye Mo is fleeing.

"Hey, you are stinking, this account will be counted back sooner or later."

Nangong down shouted angry.

However, just as Ye Mo was preparing to fly away from the Xiangxiang Court, a sword mans, across the sky, shot from a distance, the speed is very fast, the sword is thunder, and the bombardment comes.

This sword, without any sign, directly intercepted Ye Mo's way.

"who is it?"

Ye Mo immediately stopped and landed on the wall and explored it.

"Kid, big courage, thin Miss Nangong, I want to escape."

Liang Ping appeared. He held a long sword with a top-grade implement and stood there.

The appearance of Liang Ping, let Ye Mo also frowned, this Liang Ping is also the strength of the peak of the sky, but his sword trick, but very unique, with a sound wave in the sword.

His appearance, such as the same sharp sword, is surrounded by swords.

"Oh, the ridiculous brothers actually tricked the new disciples, united and wanted to win my Rakshasa token."

Ye Mo said coldly.

"Liang Ping, this guy actually dared to be thin and light to me, what did not win the Rakshasa token, the martial arts of the ridiculous door, took him down and took it to my Nangong house, let him know the consequences of the frivolous Nangong family."

Seeing Liang Ping rushing, Nangong Yurou immediately shouted loudly.

"Follow, Miss."

Liang Ping arched his hand and looked at Ye Mozhi. His eyes were a little cold, and the sword in his hand swayed out. Seventy-seven forty-nine swords and shadows, vast and powerful, each sword shadow was emitted. A trace of heaven and earth.

A sword, with a heavenly mood, suddenly came.

This Liang Ping, although the strength of the late Tianzhuo period, but the strength of the show, completely surpassed the master of the late days of Ye Mo.

When a sword descends, Ye Mo feels that his surroundings have turned into a world of swords and swords.

"A strong sword, in the sword, contains a sense of heaven."

Ye Mo's face suddenly changed greatly. This kind of artistic conception completely surpassed the scope that he could understand. Like the whole world, he was controlled by him. In front of him, Liang Ping had such strength.

However, Ye Mo is not incapable of resisting. He must be open all over his body. The **** guns in his hands are suddenly stabbed. The power of terror is erupting. A strong artistic consent is coming down, resisting the other's artistic conception: "The realm of death." !"

Suddenly, a more powerful artistic conception came down, and the vast heavenly mood was instantly suppressed.

That fierce sword, the momentum is actually reduced.

"What is his mood? It is incredible to be able to resist the heavenly mood in the six artistic conception."

Nangong Yurou saw this scene with an incredible expression on his face.

The disciples of the absurd door, each disciple will display one of the six artistic conceptions, because this is realized from the trial of a battle, each of which is very powerful.

The six roads are the Heaven, the Human Road, the Hell Road, the Evil Road, the Animal Road, and the Shura Road.

However, in the face of the suppression of artistic conception, Liang Ping still did not give up, the whole body exudes a strong sense of heaven, seems to be able to master the heavens and the earth, those artistic situations merged together, skyrocketing, the sword of incomparable fierceness, once again momentum It’s up.

boom!

The confrontation between the sword and the gun, staged in the Xiangxiang Court, one shot and one sword, all of you attack me, you guard me, swordsman and gun mans, a sword with the meaning of heaven, a shot with death The meaning.

Just in an instant, both of them pierced hundreds of times, each one is incomparably powerful, with a taste of skill.

Bang!

The heavenly mood suddenly shattered.

Although the other side displayed the heavenly mood, although the other party is the strongest of the heavens, he was still defeated by Ye Mo, and Ye Mo lost in his own realm, but the strength of the dragon is enough to make up.

But he used a rifle from a treasurer to win the other side.

At the time when the other party's artistic conception was shattered, Ye Mo once again fired a shot. The guns were like Changhong, and the eagle hit the sky and directly hit Liang Ping.

After all, Liang Ping was a disciple of the absurd door. When he came to consciousness, he immediately picked out a sword light and blocked Ye Mo’s attack.

boom!

The sword fell, the man flew, Liang Ping flew straight out, and fell heavily on the ground. His face showed a shocked expression. It seemed that he had not reacted. The warrior they were eyeing was so powerful.

The Nangong Yurou was also completely shocked. With the strength of the late Yuan Dynasty, he defeated Liang Ping in the late Tianzhuo period, and it was still the ridiculous Tiantian Temple.

"I advise you not to pay attention to me, the Raksha Empire, and the good empire is also a high-level empire, where the genius comes out, can you?"

Ye Mo said coldly.

"Hey, I have stayed in the Rakshasa Empire. Your accent is not like it. You have the ability to show me the Raksha seal. The people of the Rakshasa Empire are all with the Rakshasa print. ~www.wuxiaspot .com~ Nangong Yurou seems to be very unconvinced, first set off his own sleeves, revealing a Luochao print pattern, and still the waiting level of the Rakshasa print, just this little girl, does not seem to know the Rakshasa print There is also a hierarchy.

"Your accent is not like, you have a Raksha seal, can't I have it?"

Ye Mo smiled coldly and picked up his sleeves. He also revealed the Raksha print and proved his identity.

"I don't have time to mess with you. If I still want to trouble me, I will always be there. I like this trouble."

Ye Mo said, just getting ready to leave, at the door of the Xiangxiang Court, there was a familiar voice.

"Yurou, what happened? Actually so messy? Who is it that provokes our rain."

Nangong Yurou heard the words, feeling that it was a savior, and the twins shimmered with light, and directly said: "Sister, that guy is thinner than me, you kill him for me."

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